The Story of Us: Troyler One Shots

Death Valley

*SAD WARNING*

Tyler’s POV:

        Death is a thing, a thing that happens to everyone, it is just a matter of time. Unfortunately we didn’t know that Sage would be kidnapped, rapped, brutally murdered, and then be found ten days later in the woods behind her school. The cops forced Shaun and Laurelle to confirm it was her. Sage’s body, what was left of it, didn’t look like their beautifully young daughter that spent most of her days on social networks, with her boyfriend, and them. No member of the Mellet family was okay, they had lost a sister or daughter or cousin. I had lost a future sister-in-law and my maid of honor. But, poor Troye had lost his innocent sister who he loved so much. He protected her and then let her go for a weekend. That weekend she was taken by her stalker.

        “You are so strong Troye Sivan, but I wish you would let me help you,” I whisper in his ear as my arm slips around his waist and pulls him closer to me. 

        “Tilly, this is my fault… How will I ever forgive myself? Can I? My mom lost her one and only daughter. My dad lost his angel. Steele lost his favorite girl in the world. And poor Tyde lost his closest friend and biggest supporter. I can’t look them in the eye, because of me they lost her.” His eyes are full of tears and he looks like an eight year old child that had scraped their knees falling off the bike.

        “Troye… This is not your fault. They don’t blame you, how could you have possibly known that this would happen? You’ve got to let her go, when you are ready.” I look into his eyes and see the fear, panic, shock, and hurt.

        “Please don’t ever let me go… Or leave me,” he tells me as a new set of tears fall down his face. I kiss away each one and then hug him tightly, afraid of losing him.

        “I will never leave you Troye Sivan, Troyler five-ver. Duh.” His shoulders begin to shake and I feel a wet spot forming on my shoulder from his tears. I just rub circles on his back and sing We’re My OTP to him. We stand there for sometime before I feel a strong hand on my other shoulder and look up to see Shaun. How does he do it? Look and act so strong, when he is burying his baby girl?

        “It’s time Troye, I’ll be right by your side the whole time,” I grab his hand and follow Shaun, Laurelle, Steele, and Tyde. We walk down the center of the pews and sit at the very front, while we walk Troye’s grip on my hand tightens. I wish I could take away his pain. The crowd sits in silence for the longest time, until a man in his early thirties starts speaking into the mic. I zone out and just concentrate on Troye. The whole family cries the whole time, especially Laurelle and Tyde. 

        “Now the friends and non-relatives may walk by the urn and leave. Family if you could wait a moment,” the man says. Hours pass as strangers pass by me to leave and go to their cars. They will forget the pain and it will only be temporary. But, the pain Troye feels will take a while to go away and it will probably never fully go away. Eventually it is just Troye and his family and me left. I cling to Troye’s side afraid of him being alone. Tears poor from all six of our eyes as we walk to the car. We climb in our seats, Troye and me in the back, Steele and Tyde in the middle seats, and Laurelle and Shaun in the front with the urn that holds Sage’s ashes. Troye lays his head on my shoulder as the long car drive begins in silence. 

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        We arrive at our destination around two in the afternoon and we all get out of the car. Shaun opens the trunk and hands each of us a backpack. We slip off to find a place to change quickly. We leave our formal wear at the car and head off into the valley with our hiking gear on and our backpacks. Three miles of torturous, rough climbing we finally make it to the spot. Shaun wraps Laurelle in a hug from behind, Steele hangs his feet off the edge, Tyde throws a rock into the valley, and I hold Troye’s hand taking in the scenery.

        “This is it, death valley,” Shaun says.

        “She had plans this summer to come up here and take senior pictures…” Laurelle drops the sentence, unable to finish it. Tyde opens the urn and takes a handful of the ashes. He throws it into the valley, we all do the same until no ashes remain.

        “I’m going to miss her so much,” Steele announces to the group.

        “We all are,” Troye says emotionless. He then whispers in my ear, “thank you. I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you. I love you, Tilly.”

         “I love you, too. Don’t ever forget it and I’m your fiancee its what I’m here for.” I then kiss his forehead and watch the sunset with him.